Average Man

He looks back
To the days
When the lyrics and chords meant everything
These days
He stares at the screen
So complacent and without dreams

Change
But he can't hide it
That's the story of an average man

He needs goods
And services
For which he pays a premium
Just a display for his neighbors
Dot-com-ers who earned a fortune

Change
But we can't hide it
That's the story of an average man
Take us to our cubicles today
And it's the hell we make okay
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
No one cares about the average man

Burnt toast at 6 a.m
It's not gourmet
But it's adequate
Waste away
Precious hours
In front of the flat screen monitor

Change
But you can't hide it
That's the story of an average man
Take us to our cubicles today
And it's the hell we make okay
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
No one cares about the average man

Just when you think you've got everything
You've got nothing at all

Take us to our cubicles today
Take us to our cubicles today
Take us to the hell we made
Take us to the hell we made
Can we escape?
Can we escape?
How can we escape the hell we made?
Can we escape?
Can we escape?